Next, by the blood that was in us, and a manhood not wholly undone,
We were stripping the cloth for the khaki and dropping the spade for the gun.
What of the men of the furrow, men of the hammer and spade,
Men without heart for the soldier, loathing his life and his trade?
What? Let the enemy answer; he scoffed at our fighters, and then
The flower of his finest battalions went down to our peace-loving men.
Well may the world read a lesson, well may it learn, and be wise;
Not to the strong is the battle; not to the swift is the prize;
Loud is the boast of the despot, clanking his nation in arms;
But beware of a peace-loving people when they sweep from their forests and farms!